On the streets of Xiyatu, neon lights and evil shine together.
Shen Juefei stood at the entrance of the alley, the screen of his mobile phone was on, and there was a Chinese text message on it: "If you don't pay back the money, we will find your whole family."
The debt of 60 million yuan is like an insurmountable abyss.
That night, Shen Juefei accidentally saw a vague recruitment advertisement: "Special logistics is recruiting part-time workers, no identity required, high salary, negotiable."
By some strange coincidence, he dialed the phone.
"We need 'fresh goods', handle them in the way we require, and remember to keep the 'goods' intact." The voice on the other end of the phone was as calm as if he was discussing the weather. "Each order is two thousand US dollars, paid in cash, leaving no trace."
This is the first time Shen Juefei has come into contact with an order from Shalemo.
The institute needs corpses to advance the development of science and technology, and his task is to make a homeless person disappear under circumstances that look like he died of natural causes, and then deliver the corpse to the designated cold storage on time.
"This is not murder, this is scientific aid."
